the boy with the dirty blonde curls walked towards me and my artwork
as i hid it under my arm he painted a smile upon his face and walked faster
"hello, you are quite a good artist. i watch you paint, and it's magnificent."
his compliments bounced off of me like rain pelting off of a rain jacket
rain jackets were made to repel rain, just like i was made to repel people
it was unnatural that this curly haired boy with the freckles dancing across his cheeks was even noticing me
"you don't talk do you?"
his words hit like hail
hail is something that a rain jacket cannot repel
i now looked up at the boy who's sweatshirt was giving him extra slender looking arms
shaking my head was the least of what i could do and he just smiled that cougar smile of his
"alright then"
he said as he pulled a piece of scrap paper out from his pocket
his handwriting was quick but neat
"i truly think you are more beautiful than your own artwork, something that was of your own creating"
the words on the paper danced on their own, making me blush
"thank you"
that was all i could think of to write and he took the paper back and smiled
not the cougar smile that he had before
for this was gentler
"Anthony! Let's go!"
we both turned around and saw an older woman who looked angry
she scowled at me
she scowled at Anthony
she scowled at the entire world
Anthony said his goodbyes
but his aura stayed behind
causing my artwork to become more beautiful than i had seen it